But she had not been in the room a minute before confidence began to die, and very soon she found herself ill at ease and conscious of being out of her place.

The bold, bad woman felt weak and abashed.

An unseen sphere of purity and Christian love surrounded and touched her soul with as palpable an impression as outward things give to the body.

She had something of the inward distress and pain a devil would feel if lifted into the pure air of heaven, and the same desire to escape and plunge back into the dense and impure atmosphere in which evil finds its life and enjoyment.

If she had come with any good purpose, it would have been different, but evil, and only evil, was in her heart; and when this felt the sphere of love and purity, her breast was constricted and life seemed going out of her.
It was little less than torture to Pinky for the short time she remained.